Voice Testing, Canon is Five Nights at Freddy's 3. Potential Spoilers in comments.

[springtrapped]

[Why is he here? He does not want to be here. He should be somewhere else. Where is Fazbear's Fright? Where are the vents? Where is that one security guard?

He is here. And he is angry.]

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[thousandrooms]

Greetings, furry thing...welcome to dear_mun.

OH MY GOD

[teninfive]

[...oh.]

[Jeremy's just going to start keening in a high-pitched tone now, 'k?]

[springtrapped]

[Furry? Animatronics aren't usually furry, let alone haunted ones. Golden Bonnie tilts his head a little. Who are you and why do you look so pale? And what exactly is this place?

He can't exactly talk. It hurts to talk.]

[springtrapped]

[THAT SCREECHING WAIT NO WHAT-

He's not like the other animatronics! He's the one that destroyed them! He's not that scary! Just let him prove it!

Golden Bonnie reaches out to Jeremy in an attempt to try and make him stop screaming.]

[cookiejarkiller]

...

[Mad March feels like this is meant to mock him]

The fuck are you supposed to be?

[justoutrunyou]

Huh?

[turns around, eyes go wide and she starts backing up slowly]

How many of these freaky things did they make?!

[springtrapped]

[Weird... white... rabbit... thing? Are you some new animatronic? Do you know what he did to the last animatronics he saw? HE TOTALLY RIPPED THEM APART.

Golden Bonnie will be taking a few steps closer to further inspect this... faceless rabbit thing.]

[springtrapped]

[Does it really matter how much were made? He made sure he was the only one left. Why so afraid? He doesn't have it in himself to kill any more children.

He just






Stares.]

[teninfive]

[GTF away from him, you scary thing.]

[And cue frantic backpedalling from Jeremy.]

No no no no!

[cookiejarkiller]

[If March could read your mind he'd be even more pissed]

Hey, back the fuck up raggedy. I ain't no bunny brother of yours.

[hand grips his jacket tensely ready to draw on GB if he keeps coming. He's a tall humanish man but the head is pure cyborg parts wrapped around a brain with a cookie jar case. The electronics connected to his spine are humming with irritation. the mun however is deeply amused at his suffering ]

[justoutrunyou]

[Well you'd be the first one she's met who didn't come after her]

Gross, he's even gooier then the others...or...more gooey. Whatever.

[another couple steps back. Your eyes are creepy bro]

[springtrapped]

[WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY HE JUST WANTS A LITTLE HELP! You are so rude.

SO RUDE.]

hhh- hhhhhh- hhh-

[Wow, talking is so hard. BUT BUT BUT PLEASE DON'T RUN AWAY. He takes a few more steps forward, and outstretched. He's trying to tell you something! Don't die of a heart attack or something like that!]

[springtrapped]

[...Yep. Definitely animatronics. He thought he'd gotten rid of them all. And yes. He agrees. Golden Bonnie is no brother of yours.

His stare intensifies before he lunges at you, attempting to destroy you. If you're destroyed, you can't go after him anymore.]

[springtrapped]

[Golden Bonnie tilts his head a little. Goo? He's pretty sure the animatronics didn't use goo. What's so gooey about him?]

[cookiejarkiller]

Fuck!

[tumbling backwards in a shamefully ungraceful roll. He recovers enough to be up on a knee, drawing his pistol and firing a few shots, you move faster then he anticipated big guy.]

[justoutrunyou]

[Well it's been a minute and he's not screaming or lunging. That's a good sign.]

You uh...understand English? Understand me?

[first time she's actually tried talking to these things. Usually she's running by now]

[springtrapped]

[Of course he can move fast. How else can he walk up to that security guard in the instant he has the system reset controls screen up?

The shots hit him square on. It's kind of funny how he can feel pain but not pain from the bullets piercing his animatronic suit. And he does feel a lot of pain right now. He's going to share that pain with you, you bloodthirsty child, until you're nothing but scrap metal.

He's had enough with your revenge on him. He tries lunging at you again, going for the neck. If he can tear your head off, that'd be a great start.]

[springtrapped]

[What!? This kid's actually trying to talk to him!? ...That's different. All he knows is some security guard panicking and trying to keep himself from the security office. Always closing the vents off and distracting him with that damn Balloon Boy.

Golden Bonnie nods a couple times and reaches out with his hand, taking a few steps forward.

Can you help him out of this damn suit?]

[teninfive]

[COWORKERS ARE SUPPOSED TO NOT DO BAD STUFF]

[And now he's just going to hide underneath the nearest desk and cower. BB was bad enough; this is worse!]

[springtrapped]

[Hey, he only killed less than ten children that one time. Many people have killed more than that! Plus he was killed and haunted by those same children! Cut him some slack!]

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh... nnnnnn... nnnnno...

[He's not trying to be scary at all! He isn't even trying to murder you like those other animatronics were! He just looks under the desk. He'll try not reaching out this time.

Only




staring.














Motionless.]

[teninfive]

[You only have yourself to blame, PG. You caused your own demise. dwi]

[Jeremy doesn't move from the tiny corner he's scrunched himself into. The front of his security uniform is soaked with sweat. All he does is sit there. Eyes wide. Unmoving.]

G-g-get away from me!

[wth]

....

What the... hell?

[springtrapped]

[...Well, Golden Bonnie doesn't recognize you at all. He decides to just stare to determine what this person would do.]

[springtrapped]

[How was he supposed to know the kids would come back to try and murder him as animatronics!? It was all that damn Marionette's fault! IT lead the charge! If those kids stayed dead, he wouldn't be here right now. All he wants is to stop feeling this pain. To get out of this suit. He's done killing children. He just wants out.

Golden Bonnie decides to try and struggle to speak as much as he can. If he does manage to speak, he'll say what he says in a very pained, hoarse voice.]

hhhhhh... hhhhhhhhhhhe- hhh.... hhhhhhhhh-

hhhelllllll.... p....

[wth]

[henry spends a long time blinking slowly, in confusion, trying to process this thing he's looking at.]

... What are... you...